I debated on how much more to post today, but settled on this for now since I have to add into what I've already written, and don't have the time atm to do so. Also, I think there are debates on how character names are spelled? I apologize if mine are off, I was using a fandom wiki to make sure I remembered all the misfits/characters correctly. -cries- Enjoy!

Blood Divine, Spilt Upon the Desperate Soul
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"Everyone." The remaining Misfits gave Sabnock their full attention, even Clara through her distressed tears while clinging onto Ix Elizabeta was transfixed by the tone of his voice and the command behind it.

The blond demon had something in his hand, and slowly he uncurled his fist to reveal a small golden jar. The frown was deep on his features, but what would happen after this, he didn't know.

Each of them had taken injuries, certainly not as grave as Asmodeus, but they were still all blatantly roughed up.

"You all saw what My Rival did to Asmodeus." The class nodded in unison, unsure of what it was their fellow demon was getting at. "You saw how his blood parched the earth and swiftly bloomed plants from nothing." Another nod of agreement as they had seen the greenery spread around Iruma's weakening form.

Sabnock lifted his hand, "One will arrive from a foreign land with a golden ring on his right hand. All shall bow to him, bound by a contract of blood, and be blessed."

Allocer frowned, "The Demon King prophecy?"

Sabnock gave a grimaced grin, "How many of those traits fit Iruma?"

Clara sniffed as her tears slowly came to a stop. Lied rubbed his head, as each and every one of the Misfits thought over Sabnock's words.

Of all of them, Sabnock was the most vocal about becoming the Demon King, so if he was going out of his way to point this information out…

Jazz furrowed his brow, "What're you getting at?" He swallowed from the tension that was gripping them all.

Somehow, someway, there was something reverent happening here.

Sabnock reforged the golden jar weighing his outstretched hand down, as it bloomed into a golden saucer to reveal its contents.

Red blood, ready for the taking swayed as he held back a shudder from the smell.

There was something terrifying about its sweetness, the call to lap it up, no matter where it had landed, even if it had been sullied. It was seductive in its call to each of them, and they recoiled from the temptation.

Sabnock grinned, his challenge clear on his features, "Let us partake of his blood, to not let what was shed go to waste. To see how true the legends are of the blessings they speak."

Kerori pursed her lips. Recalled the help Iruma had given her, the promises and words they'd shared. She nearly stomped over first, startling them all at her precocious behavior as she met Sabnock's gaze, "If anyone will be bowing down, it will be Iruma to me." She dipped her finger into the warm thick liquid and swiftly placed its treasure into her mouth. The effect was immediate as she felt power rush through her veins. Cuts, scratches, even dirt was removed from her body as she felt her Blood Magic swell in adoration of the offering.

She took a startled step back as she made room for the rest of them.

One by one they mirrored her actions as Jazz, Allocer, Ix Elizabeta, Lied, Purson, Caim, Gaap, and Agares partook in the forbidden gift before them. Belatedly, each realized Sabnock's cunning, as he had partaken before the rest of them while Clara was held back by his stronger hand.

Certainly, the she-demon would have swallowed the entire saucer in a single gulp if given the chance.

Finally Sabnock let Clara take the final sip as she bit Sabnock's hand and nearly swallowed the conjured saucer with its precious contents whole.

The blond demon clicked his teeth in annoyance as he pried the now clean dish from her razored teeth and allowed it to return to nothing. To remove all evidence of what they'd done.

Because something had shifted in each of them.

The doors of Royal One opened.